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KAT

Four days had passed since anyone had heard from Kyle, and even his boss contacted me regarding his whereabouts. Dalton had driven to his house twice trying to find him, but each time Kyle was gone. I began to feel more comfortable about his being away, and hoped he had simply decided to leave the area for fear of what may happen to him if he didn’t. I chose not to press the issue with Dalton regarding my staying at his house, and decided just to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

I would have never guessed that anything could have increased my sexual desire, but being pregnant acted as some type of an accelerant to my already overly active sexual cravings. We had spent every spare moment either fucking, recovering from fucking, or seeking nourishment so we could fuck again. Jokingly, Dalton had shared with me the previous night that he was afraid he’d met his sexual match.

If there was an upside, I guess it would be that I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

With his weight against my back and his mouth pressed against my ear, he inhaled a deep breath and exhaled into the side of my face. As his beard tickled the skin on my neck, I raised my shoulder for any relief I might be able to receive. He pressed with a little more force, moving my head and shoulder apart even further.

“Don’t fight me, Kat,” he breathed into my ear.

“I’m not. I’m just…”

“Just what? Done?” he asked.

His warm breath against my ear sent chills down my spine. I blinked my eyes a few times, focused on the headboard, and shook my head.

I was thirsty, worn completely out, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. We’d been fucking on and off for almost two hours, and my arms were not only bound together at my wrists, but secured to the headboard of the bed. On my belly with my ass in the air and my tits pressed into the comforter, I truly wondered if I could outlast him.

For him to get me to give in, he’d have to fuck me to death.

“No. I’m not giving up,” I growled as I arched my back against him.

“Fuck it. Have it your way,” he said as he shifted his weight to the side.

I peered over my shoulder and watched him as he walked to the dresser and removed a small plastic bag. After removing what looked like a tube of toothpaste, he turned toward the bed.

“Turn around before I slap that ass again,” he said as he climbed onto the end of the bed.

Resting partially on my forearms and partially on my elbows, I turned toward the bed and sighed.

Oh fuck he’s not going to…

I felt the lubricant between my ass cheeks. As I began to speak, he pressed one hand against the center of my back lightly and attempted to comfort me.

“Shhh,” he whispered.

I felt his finger along the crack of my ass, gliding back and forth lightly through the lubricant. As the tip of his finger slid across my anus each time, my sphincter would tighten and my entire spine would tingle. As much as I wanted to hate what he was doing, I began to enjoy it immensely.

After a few more strokes of his finger, I felt light pressure against my anus. Within a split-second, his finger was in my ass.

And I loved it.

In and out his finger slid, causing me to moan in pleasure with each stroke. I buried my face into the comforter, not necessarily wanting him to understand how much I was enjoying what he was doing.

I pulled against the restraints. Acting as if he was doing everything against my will provided me with even more satisfaction. As I yanked against the binding which held my hands to the headboard, I arched my back and mentally begged for him to never stop.

I wondered if I was supposed to enjoy it, and felt almost guilty for doing so. After a few seconds, I felt more lubricant on my ass, and sighed into to the comforter relieved and excited he intended on continuing. His finger repeatedly slid in and out of my ass slowly. My pussy, which I was certain fifteen minutes earlier was done for the night, began to tingle. Whatever he was doing was working.

I wanted more cock.

I lifted my head from the comforter, craned my neck rearward, and growled.

“Fuck me.”

“Believe me,” he said as he continued to fuck my ass with his finger, “I intend to.”

I felt his hand slide up the center of my back and grip my hair. As he pulled my hair taught, I arched my back in response.

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